Burns Burns
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Aug 4, 2016, 5:44 PM

The Burn

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I burnt you red,

yet not the skin,

and not the flesh,

but deeper still...

Through marrow I

did scorch my way

into the dearest

memory,

the living string,

undulating

with your being,

yet not as enemy

you now remember me.

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